There is something to be said of the woman who gets herself into the OB for a same-day appointment with a very busy doctor, the day before he skips town for the next 10 days, when she is slammed with Swine Flu....the plague of all plagues in this moment of time, and having been denied by four previous nurses.
She has to be determined, scared spit-less for her baby, relentless, blunt, sick out of her mind, and a tad bit crazy.
In this ongoing battle of man vs. doctor (or nurse in my case), even the smallest victory is a victory.
I will stand tall and hold my head high. I will enter that office sicker than a dog, but I will walk proud. I have fought a grand fight. I have been wounded but not defeated. I entered this battle worn and weary. Sick and miserable. Bruised and torn. And I will walk out of it probably the same, and maybe worse, but I won.
I will pee in that cup, with a smug smile on my face. I will stand on that scale and look at the pounds I have lost, but I will be proud, because each pound has not left without a fight. I will let them take my blood with pride, it is the blood of a soldier. I will wear that blue gown with dignity...a battle uniform well earned. I will tell Dr. Weary about the war I have been through. I will get answers about my battle-wounds. I will demand armor for my army (my baby). I will recruit him to my side...the good side, the true side, the only side.
I FINALLY got through to the doctor this morning, and of course, he wants to see me immediately.
Victory is mine!
I am going to see Dr. Weary today at 11:45.
I will finish this post after the appointment. For now, it is back to bed, my whole stinkin' body hurts, but for this small moment in time, I am smiling for the first time in 6 days.